#contemporary

So when I got to be about 13 or 14, I started listening - even though my parents music was way cool - to contemporary hard rock at that time, which was Aerosmith, Cheap Trick, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Ted Nugent and all that, and that's just where I came from. ↗

— Slash

#aerosmith #black #black sabbath #came #cheap

We’re late. For a VERY important date ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#dating

I’ll always be your friend,” he said. “Your best friend, if you let me. But I want to be your lover, too.” He groaned and shifted in his chair. “Soon. I want to be that soon.” Then a look came over him. “Oh Gina…I didn’t even court you! God, I should date you first before I beg you to take off your clothes! ↗

— Robyn Carr

#funny #humour #romance #romantic #dating

You’re a good date,” he said. “You thought of it as a date?” He nodded. “From the beginning. ↗

— Robyn Carr

#romance #romantic #dating

Souris says you wanted to see me, so here I am. Talk quick before I decide to beat the shit out of you and throw your bloody carcass back across the International Date Line. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#dating

Bracing herself she’d thrown open the door to the store, the bell ringing merrily to herald her arrival. Every time the bell rings, a divorce attorney gets a Porsche. Afton had looked around nervously, wondering if she’d actually spoken the words out loud. The cynical thought had popped into her head out of nowhere it seemed. Pushing it aside, she’d waded into the gown-packed establishment, almost blinded by the unrelenting sea of white dresses, intent on finding one of her own as her wedding date loomed ever nearer. ↗

— Kelly Curry

#contemporary-romance #romance #romance-novels #dating

I sort of figured we'd be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #dating

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#death #love #shakespeare #death

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek. "Yeah?" “What about your dream?” His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.” Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between. ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#motorcycle-man #dreams

I searched modern fiction and poetry for clues to how we confronted and evaded reality, how we articulated our experience and turned to language not to revel ourselves but to hide. I was as sure then as I am now that by looking at contemporary Iranian fiction I could gain access to a real understanding of political and social events. (p289) ↗

— Azar Nafisi

#how-fiction-informs-reality #purpose #experience